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MAKERS OF MADNESS 



A PLAY IN ONE ACT AND THREE SCENES 



BY 
HERMANN HAGEDORN 

AUTHOR OP " FACES IN THE DAWN," ETC. 



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By HERMANN HAGEDORN 
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NOV ?/■ 1914 

©CI.D 38900 



TO 
ADOLF GUNTHER HAGEDORN 



Night! And a black and barren sky 
With a wet wind in from the coast. 
And only the kites to make reply 
To heaving body and pleading cry — 
Here where the lost battalions lie, 
I walked last night with a ghost. 

His face was gray, his hands were red, 

And a ghostly mare he rode. 
That wearily stepped, with drooping head. 
Over the shadowy lines of dead. 
And rolled her eyes, and shook with dread 

Under her foam-white load. 

The ghost turned not to left or right. 

But mutely he beckoned me. 
And moved like a pillar of livid light 
Through the humid dark of the foggy night. 
With eyes deep-sunken and greenly bright 

As phosphor on the sea. 

He led me where in ghostly files 

The dead slept with their toys. 
Miles, miles, and never-ending miles. 
Along the valley's mournful aisles. 
The voiceless, vague, misshapen piles 

Of men and golden boys! 

He led me up the gory hill 

By wood and sodden heath. 
Ravage! And faces, lone and chill. 
In the murmuring wash of the willow-rill! 
Slaughter! And voices, begging shrill 

The merciful grace of death. 

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A waning moon broke, sickly pale. 

Through the muddy fog's disguising; 
And over the breadth of the ghastly vale 
The battle-wake like a steamer's trail. 
And a heaving as of waves in a gale. 
Rising and falling and rising! 

And out of the air, and up from the plain. 

The ancient battle-story! — 
Of stricken love and laughter slain, 
And hearts beneath the hoofs of pain — 
But not a breath of human gain, 

And not a word of glory. 



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CHARACTERS 

In the Capital of Iberia: 

THE KING 

THE PBIME MINISTER 

THE MINISTER OF WAR 

THE CHIEF OF STAFF 

A SECRETARY 

OFFICERS 

In the Capital of the Republic: 

GROSVENOR, a contractor 
CONROY, a manufacturer of guns 
POLLEN, owner of a chain of newspapers 

SENATOR TANEY 

SENATOR HARRADAN 

REPRESENTATIVE MAYNARD 

A GENERAL EST THE ARMY 

A CAPTAIN 

CROWD 

PAGE 

In costuming this play, it is essential that the uniforms of 
the Iberian officers in the first scene should not be conspicu- 
ously copied after those of any of the armies of Europe. A 
compromise^ grotesque to the expert, would be better here than 
a misleading realism. 



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SCENE I 

A room in the Ministry of War in the capital of 
Iberia, 
Evening. 

The MINISTER OF WAR, a tall, stern, bearded man 
with deep-set eyes and many furrows, is sitting 
at a large, mahogany desk-table. Left. 
The CHIEF OF STAFF, sHent, motionless and watch- 
ful, stands beside him with his hands resting on 
the table-top. He is thin, old and emaciated, 
clean-shaven, firm-lipped, and looks startlingly 
like a bird of prey. Right, stands a group of 
generals and other officers. 

MINISTER OF WAR 

[Rising and speaking in a sharp, crisp 
bass voice, 

I can only repeat, gentlemen, what his Ex- 
cellency, the Chief of Staff, has already made 
clear to you. Nothing has been decided. You 
have your orders in your pockets. There may 

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be war and there may not be war. I under- 
stand, gentlemen, your natural impatience once 
more to draw the naked steel for the glory of 
our country, and you may rest assured that his 
gracious majesty, the King, will not forget that 
his fame and the happiness of his people rests 
ultimately in your hands. Personally, as a man 
of family and as a Christian, I hope to God that 
peace may be preserved. But if God wills 
that our enemy, by his insolence, forces us to 
draw the sword, I know that you will wield it 
with honor and will not sheathe it until our 
enemy is crushed, root and branch, stock and 
barrel, and brought so low that he will never 
raise his head again in dishonorable defiance 
of our holy rights. 

[The OFFICERS shout with enthusiasniy 
lifting their helmets in air. The min- 
ister OF WAR sits down again. 

That is all, gentlemen. 

[With a grim smile. 

But I recommend that you do not send your 
service uniforms to the tailor tonight. You 
may have need of them. 

[There is another cheer. The officers 
stand about in groups a minute or sOy 
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then file out through the double-door in 
the centre of the rear wall. One elderly 
general, only, comes up quickly to the 
desk. 

GENERAL 

[In a rasping voice, to the chief of 

STAFF. 

Delay again? Aren't we ever going to get at 
their throats? 

chief of staff 

We are ready. But the King! 

[He shrugs his shoulders. 

The peace propagandists are after him. 
Mediation is the magic word. Mediation — by 
which the neutral nations block our legitimate 
road to victory for their own benefit, in the 
name of civilization and progress. 

GENERAL 

Old women's talk. 

\With a swagger. 

Give me a sword in my right hand again, I 
say ! I'll break open a few skulls yet, for all my 
sixty years. Eh? Mediation! Let those me- 
diate, I say, who are afraid to fight! 

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CHIEF OF STAFF 

[Calmly, dispassionately. 

We are not mediating yet. You may tell that 
to your friends if they become downhearted. 

GENERAL 

[Saluting, 

To command, your Excellency! It is good 
that some one looks out for the honor of the 
army. 

[Saluting again. 

Good night, gentlemen ! 

[The MINISTER OF WAR half rises and 
hows slightly. The chief of staff 
nods. Exit the general. 

chief of staff 

\With a flash in his old eyes. 

Ha! Once more to have those fellows behind 
me. Think of it ! Each man of them represents 
fifty thousand. And behind them another mil- 
lion and another! God! What a machine to 
handle. 

[He slaps his forehead. 

And the old brain working still! 

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MINISTER OF WAR 

[Rising and crossing to a window, right 
forward, then speaking thoughtfully. 

I don't know, Clement. I am growing old. 
I think sometimes that war is the most terrible 
matter in which we erring humans become 
engaged. I have always thought that — ^at 
times. 

CHIEF OF STAFF 

[Who has crossed to the Left and stands 
facing a map of the world, covering half 
the wall. 

So you are a sentimentalist, after all? 

MINISTER OF WAR 

[Looking out of the window. 

No. Because there is something stronger in 
me, conquering the repulsion. My tempera- 
ment, character, destiny. I am impelled to 
war. A dozen generations of soldiers in my 
blood press me on. My whole education presses 
me on. My sympathies and my religious sense 
make me tremble before the impending horror, 
but — I confess to you — I believe I want this 
war. 

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CHIEF OF STAFF 

[Without turning. 

So do we all. War is the soldier's work. And 
he does not want to play all his life. Look. 
We land here and here and here. 

[He indicates places on the map with a 
paper-cutter, speaking with growing ex- 
citement. 
No defenses, except at this place — a masonry 
fort built thirty years ago. Bad cement, more- 
over. Fraudulent contractor. Then 

MINISTER OF WAR 

[Returning to his desk, resolutely. 

No, you old hawk, we're not going to do it. 
We'll be content to settle ourselves in peaceful 
graves, you and I and the old Chief. No war, 
no war! 

CHIEF OF STAFF 

[Calmly. 

That is sentiment. Here is fact. We land 
here and here and here. Then march down here 
and up there, uniting the armies. Rich country. 
I've never seen it, but I know it better than 
any letter-carrier in the district. We live on the 
land, burning and pillaging if the inhabitants 

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don't give us what we want. A little dose will 
tame them. We'll sweep all before us in six 
weeks. 

MINISTER OF WAR 

[In mock protest. 

Stop, man, stop! You make me want to 
try it. 

CHIEF OF STAFF 

I can't stop. It's a game with me. I play 
it all day in my thoughts and all night I direct 
campaigns in my dreams. A great game. Only 
sometimes I get tired of playing it on paper, 
and want to hear the real guns and see the real 
battalions. 

[A SECRETARY enters with a message, 

SECRETARY 

[To Minister of War. 

A message from the King sent over from the 
Foreign Office. The Prime Minister was not 
there. 

MINISTER OF WAR 

Let me have it. 

[He takes the message and glances at it, 
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What? 

[With a gesture to the Secretary, 
That will do. 

[Exit SECRETARY. 

CHIEF OF STAFF 

Well? 

MINISTER OF WAR 

[Flaring up. 

Look at this, look at it! The King is sending 
our national honor to the dogs. He has secretly 
resumed communication with the Ambassador 
of the Republic, instead of doing what was nat- 
ural and constitutional, sending the man to 
us. He is going to compromise. Pack up your 
tin soldiers, old man. Take them home for 
your grandchildren to play with. Our country 
evidently has no more use for them. 

CHIEF OF STAFF 

[With compressed lips. 

Show me. 

[He takes the paper and reads its con- 
tents aloud. 

"The King desires to inform the Foreign 

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Office that, in pursuance of his well-known love 
of peace, he sent for the Ambassador of the 
Republic this afternoon and outlined a plan 
that would satisfy the royal government and 
at the same time yield certain points to the 
government of the Republic. The Ambassador 
was courteous, but, although acknowledging 
the generosity of the King's offer, regretted that 
he was unable to consider any compromise 
before communicating again with his govern- 
ment. The King replied that if his offers were 
refused he could then have nothing further to 
say in the matter, but would have to turn it 
over entirely to his Ministers. 

"The King suggests to the Foreign Office 
that these facts be put before our Ambassadors 
abroad, and, to pacify the public mind, be 
given at once to the newspapers." 

My God, and you want peace! 

MINISTER OF WAR 

[Harshly, 
Well, how do you like it.^* 

CHIEF OF STAFF 

He's backed down, he's backed down. All 
the world will be shouting tomorrow how our 

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King has backed down. Christo! To accept 
defeat before you've begun to fight ! 

[He turns again to the map. 

If this other plan should be frustrated by the 
enemy's navy, look, we could land here and 

here and 

[The door opens and the prime minister 
enters. He is a stern, titanic figure in 
the sixties, sallow-shinned, gray-haired. 

PRIME MINISTER 

[Standing in the doorway. 

Good evening, gentlemen. Counting your 
battalions? 

CHIEF OF STAFF 

[Absorbed. 
And here, joining our armies at 

MINISTER OF WAR 

Thank God, you're here. Where in sin have 
you been.^ 

PRIME MINISTER 

Home on my estates, saying good-bye to my 
family. 

[He smiles grimly, and with his cane 
makes a thrust in carte and tierce. 
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MINISTER OF WAR 

You think you are going to war? 

PRIME MINISTER 

I know. 

MINISTER OF WAR 

[Taking up the paper the chief of staff 
has let fall on the desk. 
Read that. It came from your office. 

PRIME MINISTER 

[Takes it and begins to read. 
Eh? The King? Mediation on his own hook? 

[With growing anger,' 

So? So? So? 

[He lets the paper flutter to the floor. 
Very good. He can find a new Prime Minis- 
ter. I resign. 

CHIEF of staff 

[Turning abruptly. 

No, you don't! 

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MINISTER OF WAR 

[Hotly, 

We stick together in this. You are not going 
to resign. 

PRIME MINISTER 

My good friends, I am going to resign. 

[He picks up the paper off the floor. 

Give me your seat at the desk. On the back 
of this ignoble parley, my resignation goes to 
him. 

MINISTER OF WAR 

You are the support of the army. We go 
to the dogs, if you leave us. 

PRIME MINISTER 

[Sitting at the desk. 

So? "The King suggests to the Foreign 
Office that these facts be put before our Ambas- 
sadors abroad and, to pacify the public mind, 
be given at once to the newspapers." He sug- 
gests. So do I suggest — something different. 

CHIEF OF STAFF 

[In front of the map again. 

Three hundred thousand men here, turning 

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the flank of a possible army marching north 
with that ridge of mountains as a cover — If we 
can only have the chance! 



PRIME MINISTER 

[Studying the message, suddenly. 
By Heaven! If 

MINISTER OF WAR 

What is it? You look as if 



PRIME MINISTER 

If nothing! Bring me some claret out of that 
inexhaustible cabinet of yours. 

[He draws his pen through a section of 
the message. The minister of war 
goes to a cabinet in the rear wall and 
brings forth a decanter of claret and 
glasses. 

MINISTER OF WAR 

[Pouring a glassful for the prime minis- 
ter. 

Here, dear old Titan. 

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PRIME MINISTER 

[Gulping it down. 

Thanks. More. And cigars. 

[The MINISTER OF WAR refills the glass 
and brings cigars. The prime minister 
wreathes himself in smoke. 

CHIEF OF STAFF 

[With his back still turned to the others. 

I planned this campaign first some twenty 
years ago. But there was no navy then to 
speak of, and no airships. It is more intricate 
now, but very much more interesting as an 
intellectual problem. 

prime MINISTER 

[Indicating his glass. 
Another, good man. 

MINISTER OF WAR 

You're smelling blood when you drink like 
that. 

PRIME MINISTER 

[Turning to the chief of staff. 

Here! You old death's head! You are pre- 
pared, you say? 

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CHIEF OF STAFF 

[Calmly. 

I have been making my plans for twenty 
years. The present plans have been complete, 
except for slight revisions, for three years. 

PRIME MINISTER 

The army and navy are fully equipped? 

MINISTER OF WAR 

Down to the last shoe-string. 

PRIME MINISTER 
[To CHIEF OF STAFF. 

Would you say it would be better to' wait a 
week or a month or even a year — or to strike 
at once? 

CHIEF OF STAFF 

[Firmly and quietly. 
Strike at once. 

MINISTER OF WAR 

You dreamers, you theorists! How about 
the King's negotiations? 

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PRIME MINISTER 

[Rising, with the message in his hand. 

Gentlemen, I have seen fit to abbreviate the 
King's message. I have not altered a word nor 
added a word. I have merely omitted all that 
did not seem to me pertinent or useful. The 
message reads as follows: "The King sent for 
the Ambassador of the Republic this afternoon 
and outlined a plan that would satisfy the royal 
government. The Ambassador regretted that 
he was unable to consider any compromise. 
The King replied that then he could have noth- 
ing more to say in the matter." 

MINISTER OF WAR 

There's ginger, by Heaven ! The other was a 
dove-peep to a parley. This is a trumpet call 
of defiance. 

CHIEF OF STAFF 

[With quiet delight. 
The Republic will never swallow that. 

PRIME MINISTER 

They are not supposed to. They will declare 
war, and then be the aggressors. 

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MINISTER OF WAR 

[Exultantly. 

Our God of old lives yet and will not let us 
perish in disgrace! 

CHIEF OF STAFF 

[Looking about. 

My helmet. Damn it! Where is my helmet? 
I am going to dig at the plans once more. If 
God lets me lead the armies in such a fight, the 
devil can come when I'm through and fetch 
away the old carcass. 

PRIME MINISTER 
[To MINISTER OF WAR. 

Where's your Secretary.^ 

MINISTER OF WAR 

[Crossing to door. 

Secretary, here! 

[secretary enters. 

PRIME MINISTER 

[Handing him the paper. 

To the telegraph-operator with this. It is 

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to be sent to every news bureau in the city and 
to all our embassies abroad 



MINISTER OF WAR 

Tomorrow, the mobilization! 

CHIEF OF STAFF 

Tonight! I need those twelve hours for my 
plans. 

[The SECRETARY holds the door open for 
the CHIEF OF STAFF who IS obout to go 
out when suddenly in the doorway ap- 
pears a young man of thirty y pale, dark, 
timid. He hesitates on the threshold. 

SECRETARY 

[Taken aback, bowing. 
Your Majesty! 

CHIEF OF STAFF 

[Drawing back. 
My King! 

[prime MINISTER and MINISTER OF 
WAR bow. 

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KING 

[Courteously. 

I trust I am not breaking in upon a matter 
that does not concern me? 

PRIME MINISTER 

There is nothing that the King's servants 
may do that does not concern the King. 

KING 

True. But sometimes the King is kept in 
ignorance nevertheless. 

[To the SECRETARY. 

What paper is that you have there, if you 
please? 

SECRETARY 

[With an uneasy glance at the others. 
Here, your Majesty. 

MINISTER OF WAR 

[Aside to secretary. 

Get out! 

[Exit secretary. 
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PRIME MINISTER 

It is the report of your Majesty's interview 
with the Ambassador. 

KING 

[Glancing at the paper and speaking in 
quick, excited tones. 

My message has been altered. It was con- 
cihatory. It is a challenge now. Who did this.'* 

PRIME MINISTER 

Your Majesty sees the culprit before you. 

KING 

Are you trying to make war? 

PRIME MINISTER 

I am trying, your Majesty, to save the coun- 
try from the results of your Majesty's indiscre- 
tion in calling the Ambassador to your palace 
without consulting your Ministers. If we do 
not strike now we lose our prestige as a great 
nation, our national honor is dragged in the 
dust. We have to fight. We cannot afford 
to back down. 

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KING 

[Striding across the room, agitatedly. 

But this is unholy, barbaric — this dehberate 
concoction of a great, terrible war. I saw 
clearly this evening as I was talking with the 
Ambassador how utterly without inner neces- 
sity this war-scare is. It is a made thing from 
beginning to end, and I refuse absolutely to 
sanction it. 

CHIEF OF STAFF 

[Deliberately, 

Your Majesty is an idealist. We are prac- 
tical, and, I may say, far-seeing men. And we 
are the three men, perhaps, who have given 
your Majesty the chair you sit on and made 
your kingdom what it is. 

KING 

[Drawing himself up. 

I think I have not been ungrateful. But my 
people come first, and I will not have my people 
plunged into misery for no valid and inevitable 
necessity. 

PRIME MINISTER 

Your Majesty, I have served you for fifteen 

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years and I served your exalted father for 
twenty. You are right. This war may be 
avoided. In two days this war-cloud could be 
so utterly dissipated that men would laugh 
here and in the great Republic that for a day 
they had talked so hotly of war. Dissipated. 
For a year, for two years. For always? No. 
The war must come sooner or later. It is a 
matter, in the first place, of prestige, of national 
honor. But, more emphatically, it is a question 
of mathematics, birth-rate, death-rate, revenue, 
taxes, industries, imports, exports. 

[Crossing to left. 

There Is a map of the world, your Majesty. 
This stretch of land there we need as a safety- 
valve. If we get that we are safe. If we fail 
to get it we explode. Not at once. But sooner 
or later. Our army and navy have never been 
in better shape. These two gentlemen can give 
your Majesty their word for that. But you 
can take mine, too. The enemy's army is 
politically rotten, and enfeebled by sentimental 
peace propaganda. Their defenses are inade- 
quate and their navy likewise. Those things 
will change. Strike today — and they never 
raise their heads again. Wait — and it is you 
who may be crushed. 

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KING 

[Sharply, 

That is a theory. Not a fact. Ten years 
may change the aspect of things entirely, par- 
ticularly if we use those ten years in prepara- 
tions not for war but for peace, honest at 
home and abroad, just, open, civil, to our 
neighbors. 

PRIME MINISTER 

Your Majesty, I look farther than ten years, 
farther than ten times ten years. And I have 
wrought for this moment, prepared for this 
moment, this moment of our strength and our 
enemy's weakness. I have a right to insist 
that I, who have brought your kingdom thus 
far, shall not have my hands tied when the 
moment for stern action arrives. 

KING 

[With a whimsical smile. 

After all, my good Prime Minister, it is my 
kingdom, you know. 

PRIME MINISTER 

[Moved. 

Your Majesty knows that what I have done 

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I have done for your glory. The hberals have 
cursed me for a reactionary through the length 
and breadth of the kingdom; because I served 
you, and served you in all love and devotion. 

KING 

I know your devotion. But give me a fresh 
example of it. Keep my kingdom at peace 
with the world. 

PRIME MINISTER 

That I cannot do. 

KING 

You cannot .^^ You will not. 

PRIME MINISTER 

I could not face my conscience, or make my 
peace with God, if I weakened now and allowed 
the golden opportunity to pass by. For your 
Majesty's sake as well as for our country's. 

KING 

For mine.f^ 

PRIME MINISTER 

Your Majesty has forgotten that your throne 

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was built by war and rests on force. Force only, 
military prestige only, can uphold you. The 
rebels of labor have crept close to your throne 
now. Ten more years of peace, and you are 
cast out overnight, to wander over Europe, a 
homeless absurdity, a king without a chair to 
sit on. 

KING 

[With flashing eyes. 
We shall see! 

PRIME MINISTER 

[Quietly. 

May I ask your Majesty in all humility and 
devotion to give me back that slip of paper? 

KING 

You have thought of our national honor, 
our prestige, our commercial growth, our 
dynastic life. Have you given no thought at 
all to the men you send to death to purchase 
these .^ 

PRIME MINISTER 

A man has no higher privilege than to die for 
his country. I beg your Majesty — the paper? 

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KING 

[Tearing the paper once across. 
And the women? 

PRIME MINISTER 

[Grimly. 

We'll find them new husbands, your Maj- 
esty. The paper, if you please. 

KING 

[Tearing the paper into shreds. 
I forbid this war! 

PRIME MINISTER 

[With controlled anger. 

My God, your Majesty! You are letting a 
sentiment master you. There are worse things 
than war. There are possibilities in peace in- 
finitely worse than any war, or there would be 
no war. War may kill a million bodies, but a 
wicked peace can snuff out unnumbered souls! 

KING 

I will take my chances with peace. 

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MINISTER OF WAR 

It is for you we are fighting, your Majesty, 
but not for you only, not for your glory only 
and the permanence of your House, but for 
the permanence of the monarchical principle, 
which we know is better and higher than the 
principle of democracy, since it is the earthly 
symbol of God's singleness of rule, and comes 
direct from God. 

CHIEF OF STAFF 

[Coolly. 
Moreover, your Majesty, it works! 

KING 

This is a matter of war and peace, not a 
matter of monarchy or democracy. 

PRIME MINISTER 

Your Majesty does not see far enough. Give 
us war, and we keep our monarchy. Give us 
peace, and we plunge within ten years into the 
rapids of revolution and democracy. 

KING 

[Simply, 

I will take my chances with peace. 

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PRIME MINISTER 

[Stern and cold. 

Very good, your Majesty. Then you may 
paddle your bark alone. I resign. 

MINISTER OF WAR 

And I resign! 

CHIEF OF STAFF 

And I! 

KING 

[Crossing to the window, where he stands 
with his back turned to the others. His 
voice is uncertain. 

I did not expect that of you. 

PRIME MINISTER 

[Moved. 

Oh, your Majesty! You know what my love 
has been • 

KING 

[Turning. 

Half the country will fall from me if you 
three desert me. 

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PRIME MINISTER 

It is not desertion, your Majesty. It is 
loyalty to something even higher than the 
King, the principle that makes him King. 

KING 

[Perplexed. 

Perhaps I am wrong. Perhaps I am senti- 
mental 



MINISTER OF WAR 

[Gently, 

Your Majesty is humane, but perhaps a 
deeper humanity demands a hardening of the 
heart sometimes. 

KING 
[To MINISTER OF WAR. 

But you always detested war. You called 
yourself my Minister not of War, but of Peace. 

MINISTER OF WAR 

[Rigidly, 

When the honor of our country is at stake — 

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KING 

[Impatiently. 
But nobody is attacking our honor! 

PRIME MINISTER 

[Bluntly. 

The case is as I said. We need this war, and 
we must have it. 

KING 

[Torn by his conflicting desires, 

I cannot let you resign. There is no one 
else I can trust as I trust you three. But not 
war, not war! 

PRIME MINISTER 

I am a lover of peace, but the time has come 
when we must have war. 

MINISTER OF WAR 

It is our sacred duty, your Majesty, to draw 
our swords for light and justice when God calls! 

CHIEF OF STAFF 

And God has always been with us. God will 
be with us now! 

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KING 

[White and tense. 

You are three strong men against me. I 
want peace, but I am helpless without you 
three. For I am an anachronism. Not nature 
but human force, fighting against nature, keeps 
me on my throne. If you must have war, have 
it. But I tell you this: God has no part in it. 
Leave God out of the game ! 

[He sinks into the chair by the desk. 

PRIME MINISTER 
[To MINISTER OF WAR. 

Call your Secretary! 

[minister of war goes to the door. 
The SECRETARY enters. The prime 
MINISTER takes a paper out of his 
pocket. 

Here. It is a copy of the message I directed 
you to send to the news bureaus and embassies. 
Transmit it at once. 

[The SECRETARY bows and goes out. 
The KING falls forward on the desk, 
sobbing. At his side, straight and stern, 
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> 

the PRIME MINISTER Stauds, To MIN- 
ISTER OF WAR. 

Give orders for immediate mobilization. 
\The stage is slowly darkened. 



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SCENE II 

As the lights rise again they reveal a small, com- 
fortably furnished clubroom, with a wide window 
opening on a balcony in the back, and doors right 
and left. It is evening and the electric lamps are 
lit. 

GROSVENOR, a man of fifty-odd, large, sleek, 
unctuous, well-groomed, is discovered in an arm- 
chair, surrounded by newspapers. He glances 
with feverish interest at one after the other. A 
cheer is heard outside, then the sound of fifes 
and drums. He rises excitedly and throws open 
the French window. The tramp, tramp of a 
regiment is heard, two officers in uniform, 
a GENERAL and a captain, enter left. 

GENERAL 

[A strongly-built man in middle age, 
with a firm, resolute face. 

Evening, Grosvenor. Not poaching on your 

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rights if we come in here a minute? The other 
windows were crowded. 



GROSVENOR 

Not at all, General, not at all. We're all 
making way for the khaki today, sir. And 
proud to have the chance. 

[With overdone politeness to the Captain, 
a handsome man of the romantic type. 

Take my place. Captain. 

CAPTAIN 

Thanks. Great tune that, eh? Stirs up a 
man's vitals, eh? 

GROSVENOR 

Yes, indeed; yes, indeed. 

CAPTAIN 

Wait till we put that into the repertory of 
the enemy's bandmasters. 

[Leaning out of the window. 

Come. They're a fine-looking lot, eh? 

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GENERAL 

Fine! Fine! The pick of the land. Fighters 
to a finish, every one of 'em. 

CAPTAIN 

And say, but they're thanking God tonight 
for the war-scare that's brought 'em back from 
manoeuvres. 

GROSVENOR 

[Eagerly, 
They are, eh.^^ 

CAPTAIN 

Manoeuvres are too tame. They're crazy 
to get into a real fight. 

GROSVENOR 

[In excited, subdued tones. 
Then you think — there'll be war? 

GENERAL 

[Turning. 

The President expects to hear from our Am- 
bassador any minute about the private inter- 

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view he wired he was about to have with the 
King. 

GROSVENOR 

[Taking up the papers. 
Seen the latest? 

GENERAL 

[Picking out one paper with a particu- 
larly flaring headline. 

"Iberia planning secret attack," eh? That 
man Pollen knows more things that aren't so 
than a college graduate. 

CAPTAIN 

[Taking another paper. 

He's entertaining enough, though. I daresay 
he has some influence. 

GROSVENOR 

I pray to God that we may keep peace, but 
we must not let ourselves be walked over — we 
must not 

CAPTAIN 

[Laughing. 

Exactly. The nation is at last to see what it 

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spends its army and navy appropriations for. 
Eh? 

GENERAL 

No sane man wants war, but if 



CAPTAIN 

I'm sane. And I want war. I want to go 
out and help lambaste those infernally cock- 
sure armies of that jelly-and-cream King. 
We've parleyed long enough. Now we'll fight. 
Force is the only convincing argument after all. 



GROSVENOR 

As our Master said, " I bring a sword 



GENERAL 

[At the window again. 

Fine fellows those. Look at that boy there, 
third from the end. And that lieutenant. 
Strapping, wonderful fellows — with brains ! 
That's the great thing. Give me five hundred 
thousand of those and I'll hold off all comers. 

GROSVENOR 

[With nervous acuteness. 

How long d'ye think it'll last.f* 

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GENERAL 

Six months. Maybe a year. 

GROSVENOR 

[Tentatively. 
You couldn't, I suppose — say — ^more exactly? 

GENERAL 

[With a glance of suspicion. 
How should I — before it's even begun? 

GROSVENOR 

[Hastily. 
Oh — er — just a matter of curiosity. 

CAPTAIN 

[Laughing. 

At any rate, we'll be back in time for the 
next presidential election. We're coming back 
with the General on our shoulders, and when 
we drop him it'll be through the skylight of the 
President's house. 

GENERAL 

[Self-consciously. 

Don't talk nonsense. 

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CAPTAIN 

There's nothing Hke a war to make a man 
President. 

[At window. 

More and more and more of 'em. Bully 
lines. Not natty enough to be a joke, just 
straight and trim. Those fellows '11 carry you 
into the presidency, General, if anyone can. 
A few of 'em '11 have to choke first, but that's 
fisherman's luck. 

GENERAL 

[Turning. 
That'll do, Dave. 

[A PAGE enters Right. 

PAGE 

[Crossing the room. 
Mr. Grosvenor? Mr. Grosvenor? 

GROSVENOR 

[Eagerly. 
Here. 

PAGE 

[Handing him a telegram. 

Any answer .f^ 

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GROSVENOR 

Wait. 

CAPTAIN 

[Still watching the soldiers. 

They are happy. 

[Pause, 

I wonder which of 'em '11 come back, and 
which won't. 

GROSVENOR 

[Who has torn open the yellow envelope, 
sinks back in his chair. To page. 

No answer. 

[He mops his brow in utter dejection. 
The officers by the window do not see 
him as he studies the telegram and 
studies it again as though he could not 
believe his eyes. 

captain 
[Turning. 

Any news, Mr. Grosvenor? 

GROSVENOR 

[Thickly. 

A plot, a damned Stock Exchange plot. 

[He hands the captain the message. 
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CAPTAIN 

[After a glance at the message. 
Hello ! Say, General, look at this. 

GENERAL 

[Turning, 
What's up? 

CAPTAIN 

The State Department has just had news 
from our Ambassador to Iberia. Delightful 
interview with the King. Evident willingness 
to meet us half way. 

GENERAL 

[Coolly. 
Is this straight? It sounds fishy. 

CAPTAIN 

They're trying to gain time. I don't be- 
lieve it. 

GROSVENOR 

It's a damned plot. 

GENERAL 

Looks to me like a blind to stop our prepara- 

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tions. I'm going over to the War Department. 
Coming, Captain? 

CAPTAIN 

It's that crafty Prime Minister over there 
playing us tricks, eh? 

GROSVENOR 

[Hotly. 
It's a plot! 

GENERAL 

Something's queer! Good night, Grosvenor! 

GROSVENOR 

[Effusively, 

Good night, General, good night. God be 
with us all in these dark days, I say ! 

GENERAL 

[Solemnly. 
Amen to that! 

CAPTAIN 

[Saluting carelessly. 

Good night. 

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GROSVENOR 

Good night, good night. 

[The OFFICERS go out grosvenor 
strides excitedly up and down. 

It's a plot, it's a damned plot 

[He goes toward the rear and picks up 
a telephone instrument on a desk by the 
window. 
Can you get me the House? Mr. Maynard. 
Yes. Making a speech? Never mind. 

[He hangs up the receiver and presses 
a button on the wall. Then he quickly 
writes a message on the back of the tele- 
• gram and encloses it in an envelope. 
The PAGE enters, 

PAGE 

Ring, sir? 

GROSVENOR 

Yes. Take this to the House at once. To 
Mr. Maynard. See that he gets it himself. 
Here's a dollar. 

PAGE 

[Touching his cap. 
Thank you, sir. 

[Exit. 

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GROSVENOR 

[Taking up the telephone again. 

Give me the Senate. Mr. Taney. Saw him 
go out.f^ 

[He hangs up the receiver impatiently. 
Isn't anyone on the job? 

[He strides up and down. 

A damned plot! 

[Enter, right, hurriedly, senator taney, 
a stout, red-haired man, clean-shaven. 

TANEY 

[Puffing. 
Hello, Grosvenor. 

GROSVENOR 

Thank God, you're here. 

TANEY 

Only got a minute. Hell's loose in the Senate. 

GROSVENOR 

I've been nearly crazy waiting for news. 

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TANEY 

God, man. Perhaps you think I ain't been 
busy rounding up a lot of on-the-fence-men? 
It seems to me pretty nearly everybody was 
on the fence. No decided opinions at all. But 
they're coming, they're coming. 

GROSVENOR 

How 'bout that report about the King over 
there wanting peace .^^ 

TANEY 

That's what the row's about. The highbrows 
an' the peace people are shouting hurrahs all 
over the place, an' the rest of us has to do what 
we can to drown 'em out. 

GROSVENOR 

[Restlessly moving about the room. 

If it's true about the King, can you — work 
it — any way .f^ 

TANEY 

How do I know? 

GROSVENOR 

Got any figures? For or against? 

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TANEY 

Yes. It's about an even go. 

GROSVENOR 

[Disappointed. 
You can't give me anything more definite.'^ 

TANEY 

What's up, anyway? You look nervous. 

GROSVENOR 

I am. This business is cutting into my sleep. 
My last cent is tied up, and I've got a good 
many other people's last cents as well. Damn 
it, Taney, this is worse than Monte Carlo. 
You're dealing with cold-blooded chance there, 
but here you're dealing with sentiments, emo- 
tions. It's exhausting. War is a terrible thing, 
Taney. It worries me day and night. Think 
of the lives ! And yet we need this war, we need 
it for the good of the nation. And now that 
we're ready, it would be a calamity if 

TANEY 

[Turning to go. 

Don't you worry about that. 

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GROSVENOR 

[Nervously. 
How's the House going? 

TANEY 

Don't know anything about the House. But 
I guess your man Maynard is doing his job. 
I'm off to see Cottrell. Another man that 
wants news. Be back in ten minutes. 

GROSVENOR 

Keep me posted, for God's sake. You know 
— I'm not ungrateful. You shan't lose by 
your efforts, Taney. You know I'm a liberal 
man. 

TANEY 

[Quietly, hut with emphasis. 

Look here. You're not Conroy and you're 
not Pollen. They're the whales in this pond. 
You're only a nervous minnow. I'm working 
with bigger men than you. And perhaps I've 
got some convictions of my own, had 'em for 
years. If I hadn't, no money of yours would 
buy me. I believe the people want this war to 
settle once and for all whether that wishy- 
washy King or us is going to direct the universe, 

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and if the people want it, it's my business to 
see that they get it. If that means any money 
in your pocket, it's none of my business. But 
I'm not your slave, Grosvenor. And don't 
you forget it. 

GROSVENOR 

You'll keep me posted.^ If anything goes 
wrong, I've got to have time to get from under. 
You'll surely keep me posted.^ 

TANEY 

Get your man Maynard on the string. I'm 
hanged if I'll be your office boy. 

GROSVENOR 

[Beseechingly, 

Taney 

[taney goes out. grosvenor takes a 
step toward the door, stops, and drawing 
a cigar from his pocket, begins chew- 
ing the end nervously. Then he turns 
quickly, and crossing to the right, picks 
up the telephone instrument again. 
Office of the "Morning Bulletin," please. 

[Pause. 
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Mr. Pollen, please. Out.^ This is Mr. 
Grosvenor. On his way to the Club.'^ Thanks. 

[mr. conroy enters, right. He is a 
short, stockily -built man with a bellig- 
erent chin covered by a close-cropped, 
grizzled beard, 

CONROY 

Hello, Grosvenor. 

[With a sharp glance and not entirely 
pleasant smile. 

I might have known that I'd find you on the 
job. What is it this time — canned goods, uni- 
forms, hospital supplies — or just general en- 
thusiasm? 

GROSVENOR 

A little business, but mainly enthusiasm. A 
great time to be alive, Conroy! Any news.^* 

CONROY 

Maynard's making a rousing speech. Spread 
eagle. Our honor as a nation. The dearest, 
sweetest flag that ever waved over a noble, 
invincible people. Damned rot. But the 
brethren from the rural districts lap it up like 

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cider in October. He's gaining votes. Protege 
of yours, ain't he.^^ 

GROSVENOR 

Yes. Used to be my office boy. Clever 
chap. Has a sensible view of things. Realizes 
that our national honor and our property must 
be defended at all hazards. 

CONROY 

[Sitting down at the desk and beginning 
to write. With a cynical laugh. 

You mean property. You don't give a damn 
about national honor. You know you don't. 
What's the use of trying to fool me.^^ 

GROSVENOR 

Conroy, do you mean to impugn my patriotic 
motives .f* 

CONROY 

[Without looking up, good-naturedly. 

Grosvenor, we've known each other thirty 
years. I don't try to bluff you because I know 
that you know too much about me. You made 
the beginnings of your pile out of one big war 
and you've been playing up a lot of little re- 

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publics against each other ever since, harvest- 
ing a neat little fortune every time. Now it's 
a real world-war you're after. If it comes, you're 
made, if it don't, you're broke. It's a cinch. 
Mind you, I'm not throwing stones. Only 
I don't want you to think you can pull the 
noble patriotic guff on me. 

GROSVENOR 

I have certain investments, of course, which 
might possibly be promoted by a war. But I 
am not thinking of that. I am thinking of the 
honor of my country, that honor which has 
never yet been stained, and shall not be stained 
if I can do aught by my own efforts and by my 
prayers to God, to keep it pure. 

CONROY 

[Rising. 

You carry it off well. I couldn't bluff the 
way you can. I haven't your religious feeling. 
I know why I want war. It's because I'm a 
manufacturer of guns. Everybody knows my 
business, and they know that if there wasn't 
war or a fear of war constantly, I and my wife 
and children would starve. War is my work 
and it's been my work most of my life. And 

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I've worked for this war because it was the 
biggest thing in sight. I've worked for it with 
all the brains I've got, just as I'd have worked 
for two-hundred-egg hens if I'd been a chicken 
farmer. I'm not a sentimentalist. Besides, 
war's a good thing occasionally. I believe that 
absolutely. It quiets down your socialists, 
cuts down your superfluous population, in- 
creases the moral stamina of the nation. A 
lot of this talk of war being hell is mush. A 
few people get shot up, but no one forced 'em 
to go. It's their own funeral. 

GROSVENOR 

No, Conroy, no. I don't agree with you. I 
may possibly not lose financially by this war, 
but nevertheless, war is terrible, awful. The 
Christian sense balks at it. Only, I feel this 
way, sometimes when the honor of the nation 
demands • 

CONROY 

You damn bluff! 

GROSVENOR 

[Confronting him. 

Conroy! If you please! 

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[pollen, a tall, thin man in the late 
forties, enters left. He has an impassive, 
intellectual face, interesting though un- 
sympathetic. His manner is calm and 
quietly alert, suggestive of reserve power, 

POLLEN 

[Without cordiality. 
Hello, Conroy. Hello, Mr. Grosvenor. 

GROSVENOR 

[Obsequious at once. 
Mr. Pollen! 

CONROY 

I was just going to send a note round to you, 
Pollen. Couldn't get you on the phone. What 
d'ye think? Yes or no.^^ 

POLLEN 

[With a faint, ironic smile. 

Yes. 

GROSVENOR 

[Excitedly. 

What? 

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CONROY 

[Deliberately, 
Are you sure? 

GROSVENOR 

How can you be sure? 

POLLEN 

I have two reasons. One, because the biggest 
banker in the country told me so. That's 
unimportant. He may have been lying. The 

other, because 

[He smiles quietly, 
my papers tell me so. 

[He picks up one of the papers off the 
floor. 

I see you have been honoring me by reading 
them. Don't my papers tell you that there's 
going to be war? 

CONROY 

No one pretends. Pollen, that your papers 
are wonders of undecorated truth. 

POLLEN 

Well, this time, trust them. What if they 

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do lie about facts occasionally? I am not 
interested in facts. Facts are always mislead- 
ing. But I know something about psychology — 

CONROY 

And you're sure? 

GROSVENOR 

How can you be sure? 

POLLEN 

[Standing at the window. 

Because the people are smelling blood. 
That's why. And now they won't let up till 
they're satisfied. I've watched the war-feeling 
growing for a year. I tried 'em out on headlines 
and editorials, first little mild fellows to set 
them thinking. Then, when their thoughts 
were set toward trouble, well, we increased the 
percentage of oxygen. 

[Thoughtfully, 

It's been extremely interesting. The psychol- 
ology of crowds is one of the most satisfying 
subjects I have ever studied. Say, fifteen, 
twenty millions, that individually hate you, but 
as a crowd, a body of readers, unconsciously, 

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perhaps, even against their will, do exactly 
what you say. We're going to have war, be- 
cause the people have now got to a state in 
which they believe that nothing short of war 
will save them from utter ruin. They want 
war. I know it. The circulation of my papers 
has mounted by the hundred thousand daily. 
And it isn't only because the people want the 
news. They want the excitement. It's the 
gambling instinct in them. They've seen the 
ball rolling, and they can't keep out of the game. 
The very bigness of the thing lures them on; 
the bigger the issue, the bigger the fascination. 
The millions of men and the billions of dollars — 
that lures them. And the awfulness — the dead, 
the wounded, the horrors, that lures them like 
nothing else. There was one thing missing 
until tonight. 

GROSVENOR 

[Fascinated. 
What was that? 

POLLEN 

Fear. They were too cocksure. But I gave 
them fear in the eight o'clock extra. There was 
a rumor that the rest of Europe would take part. 

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GROSVENOR 

[With a malicious glance. 
That looks well for your business, Conroy. 

CONROY 

I'm not complaining. 

POLLEN 

We're playing the thing up in the late editions 
all over the country. It'll give the people a 
queer catch in the throat. They'll see the pos- 
sibility of a fierce struggle, even of defeat. 
There'll be a wonderful wave of patriotism. 
You watch. The people '11 rise right up. In 
twenty-four hours there won't be a man in the 
country that'll be able to tell black from white. 
All they'll see will be red. 

[Pointing out of the window. 

Look at the people out there, standing round. 
They can't stay indoors. They're waiting for 
the extras. They won't believe 'em when they 
read 'em, but they can't resist the excitement. 
Well, the bonfire's ready. Nothing lacking now 
except the match. 

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GROSVENOR 

[Striding up and down. 

That's all very well, Mr. Pollen. But sup- 
pose the King over there backs down? 

POLLEN 

He won't. The people won't let him. 

CONROY 

His people .f^ They don't want war. 

POLLEN 

Not his people. 

[Pointing. 

Ours. I tell you, they've smelt blood. 

[From a distance, faintly, but growing 
louder, boys are heard calling, ''Extra! 
Extra!'' 

GROSVENOR 

[Excitedly. 
Extra! I wonder 

CONROY 

[Going to the balcony, and calling down. 

Here, boy! 

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POLLEN 

[Laughing softly. 

There you go. 

[He presses a hell-button on the wall, 
bends over the writing-desk and writes 
a line which he encloses in an envelope. 

You're easy. And there are a hundred mil- 
Hon Hke you. When it comes to war, reason 
goes to sleep. You both of you knew perfectly 
well that I had absolutely no later news than 
you, but you let yourself be hypnotized like 
children. I can do anything I want with you. 

[Enter page. 

PAGE 

Ring, sir? 

POLLEN 

Take this to the news-stand in the hall. 

PAGE 

Yes, sir. 

[Exit. 

POLLEN 

[At the window again. 
The edition is going like hotcakes. It has 

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Maynard's speech in it. Did either of you hear 
it? 

CONROY 

Yes. Damned rot, but effective. 

POLLEN 

He keeps the patriotism hot. 

GROSVENOR 

[Proudly. 

I trained that young man in patriotism. 

[Enter representative maynard, 
left; a young man, conceited and with 
a swagger. 

MAYNARD 

Good evening, gentlemen. 

GROSVENOR 

Maynard! 

CONROY 

Great boy! 

[They all clap him on the shoulder and 
shake his hand. 
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POLLEN 



A wonderful speech, my boy. We're playing 
you up for Governor of the State in tonight's 
late editions. 

MAYNARD 

I'll sweep the State. It's patriotism, it's 
the flag, that gets the rubes. You should have 
seen the whiskers of the rural sections waving 
in the wind! 

[Shouts of newsboys outside: *' Bulletin! 
War! All about the war!^' 

CONROY 

Eh? 

MAYNARD 

[To Pollen. 
Any news I've missed? 

GROSVENOR 

How's that? They're shouting "War" al- 
ready. 

POLLEN 

[Calmly, 

I told 'em to. That was the message I sent 

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down. Thai: shout gave you a thrill, didn't it? 
Well, that was what I was after. If I don't 
hold you down in your chair you'll rush out to 
buy a copy, even though I should stand here 
all night, shouting in your ears that it's a fake. 

GROSVENOR 

[Shocked, 
You are inflaming the people! 

POLLEN 

Exactly. There have been people unkind 
enough to assert that that was my business. 
What's yours, Grosvenor.^^ 

GROSVENOR 

Eh? 

[Hotly. 
What d'ye mean? 

CONROY 

You're livin' in a crystal palace, Grosvenor. 
Don't you go and forget that. 

GROSVENOR 

[Indignantly. 
I 

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MAYNARD 

[To Grosvenor, 

I've got to get back to the House, Mr. 
Grosvenor. I just came over to see if you had 
any — suggestions ? 

GROSVENOR 

[Testily, 

No. Only keep me posted. That's all. 

[Expanding again. 

And remember, our honor as a nation is at 
stake. 

MAYNARD 

They're not forgetting our honor while I'm 
on the floor. 

CONROY 

[Drawing maynard aside as he is 
about to go out, and whispering. 

Need any — ready money .^^ 

MAYNARD 

[Grinning. 

There were a half dozen brethren on the 

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steps as I came out, who implied they were 
broke, and wouldn't object to a loan. 

CONROY 

[Taking a wallet from his pocJcet and 
handing it to Maynard^ after he has made 
sure that Grosvenor and Pollen are not 
looking. 

Here. Help the poor devils along. 

MAYNARD 

Thanks. I will. 

[page enters right, with a card on a 
salver. 

PAGE 

Senator Taney .^ 

MAYNARD 

No. 

[Taking up the card. 
Who wants him.'^ 

[He whistles softly, 

Harradan! No, son, Senator Taney is not 
here. 

[Exit PAGE, left. 
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GROSVENOR 

[Excitedly. 

Harradan's smelling a rat. He's getting 
after Taney! 

POLLEN 

[Quietly. 

Don't you worry. I can finish Harradan up 
in black-faced letters tomorrow morning. He'll 
think he's reading his own tombstone. 

[taney enters, right. 

TANEY 

Hello, Pollen. Hello, Conroy. Well, Gros- 
venor, Cottrell is as jumpy as you are. 

GROSVENOR 

Have you seen Harradan? 

TANEY 

Have I seen Harradan.^ I should say I had! 
He's leading the peace party in the Senate. 
Fighting like a fiend. 

[Clearing his throat, 
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That man has nearly cost me my vocal chords. 

[Ruefully. 

To see him you wouldn't connect him with 
the word "peace." 

GROSVENOR 

He's in the club. He's asked for you. 

CONROY 

Come on, Grosvenor. This is no place for 
an honest business-man to be found conversing 
with a Senator. 

GROSVENOR 

[Nervously, 
Quite right. 

TANEY 

[With a grin. 

Well, Maynard, they don't seem to think 
we're safe company for good little boys. Sup- 
pose we get back on the job.^^ 

[They move toward the right, pollen 
remains standing, calm and imper- 
turbable, by the window. 
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POLLEN 

You people act as though you had a bad 
conscience. I don't think I'd let a mere Senator 
interfere with the freedom of my movements, 
if I were you. 

[senator harradan enters, left. He is 
a soldierly-looking man in the seventies, 

harradan 
Good evening, gentlemen. 

[Pause, 
I seem to have tumbled into headquarters. 

TANEY 

Hello, Harradan. Looking for me.^ 

HARRADAN 

Yes. 

TANEY 

You know these gentlemen? 

HARRADAN 

[Coolly, 

Sufficiently. 

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TANEY 

I'm due back at the Senate. I'll talk with 
you till the cock crows after we adjourn. Will 
that do? 

HARRADAN 

I should like to talk to you now. 

MAYNARD 

In that case, I'll go back to the House. 

GROSVENOR 

We won't intrude 

CONROY 

The Senators have the floor 



[They are about to beat a retreat, 

HARRADAN 

I wish you'd stay, gentlemen. 

GROSVENOR 

[Looking at his watch, nervously. 

I'm sorry I 

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HARRADAN 

You'll please stay, Mr. Grosvenor. You, 
too, Mr. Conroy. 

CONROY 

I'm hanged if I'll be dictated to. 

HARRADAN 

[Quietly. 

Do as you please. But if you don't stay, 
I'll have you both under arrest in fifteen min- 
utes. 

CONROY 

[In disgust. 
Oh, come off! 

GROSVENOR 

[Indignantly. 
What do you mean. Senator? 

HARRADAN 

[Fiercely. 

My God, man, don't make me mad. I'm 

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twenty years older than you, but I could wipe 
the floor up with you yet! 

GROSVENOR 

[Nervously lights a cigar and during the 
ensuing scene shifts it with his lips 
from one corner of his mouth to the 
other in extreme agitation. 

I don't know what you're talking about. 

MAYNARD 

Well, you don't need me. 

HARRADAN 

I do. 

[maynard sits down, chevnng his lips, 

POLLEN 

\With an amused, patronizing smile. 

You haven't expressed yourself about me 
yet. Senator. Am I invited to the party? 

HARRADAN 

You may stay or not as you like. 

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POLLEN 

Thanks. 

[Deliberately. 

Do you know, if I were you, I don't think 
I'd detain these other gentlemen just now. 

HARRADAN 

[Calmly. 

Go to the Devil to whom you belong, Mr. 
Pollen. I'll do as I see fit. 

POLLEN 

I merely advise you. It isn't always con- 
sidered patriotic when the people want war, 
for a Senator to want peace too hard. I shall 
strive to point that out to twenty million people 
or so tomorrow morning. Make your will. 
Senator. The avalanche is coming. You'll 
be the loneliest voice that ever came out of 
the wilderness. I prophesy your swift demise. 

HARRADAN 

This is wartime. Most of us are ready to 
die, if necessary. Only some of us would rather 
die in the service of peace than in the service 
of war. You're a very powerful man, Mr. 

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Pollen. I don't doubt at all that you can kill 
me if you put your mind on it. You have 
poisoned the whole nation. You are at liberty 
to kill me outright, but I won't let you slow- 
poison me. 

[Turning, 

Taney, I've got information against you, 
and you've got to listen. You, too, Maynard. 

POLLEN 

[At window. 

Am I out in the cold again? I'm listening 
intently. 

[He goes to the telephone and takes up 
the receiver. 

News-stand, please. 

HARRADAN 

[Pleadingly, 
Taney 

POLLEN 

[At the telephone. 

That you, Burke? Liven up your youngsters 
outside. They've gone to sleep. 

[He hangs up the receiver, and compla- 
cently lights a cigarette. 
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HARRADAN 

We were friends in the past, Taney. I always 
knew you were a jingo, but I thought there was 
hope. I came here because I still thought so. 
I didn't know you had lined up with the 
buzzards. 

TANEY 

See here, Harradan. What are you talking 
about anyway? 

HARRADAN 

We all know why Grosvenor and Conroy and 
their kind are here. And a few of us have been 
wondering who were pulling the wires for them. 

GROSVENOR 

You've got me mixed up with somebody else. 
I'm here attending to— to my regular business. 

CONROY 

[Bluntly, 
And why shouldn't we be down here? I'm 
in a legitimate business. Guns. And I'm 
looking after my interests. I'm not declaring 
war. But if there is a war I don't see any 
reason why I should get left in the scramble. 

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HARRADAN 

War! God, do you know what the word 
means? I've been in two wars. I've seen and 
heard and — smelt battlefields. And I've seen 
women and children waiting at home — and 
waiting. 

POLLEN 

I'll give you a thousand dollars, Senator, 
for a thousand-word article on the horrors of 
war. You can't make it strong enough. 

MAYNARD 

[Laughing. 
That's one on you. Senator. 

HARRADAN 

Taney, you're a man of sense, and you love 
your country. Now 

TANEY 

Good night, gentlemen, I'm going. 
[He turns toward the door, 

MAYNARD 

Same here. 

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HARRA.DAN 

[Turning swiftly. 

No, you're not. I want a list of names. I 
want a list of all the people who are paying 
you to shout for war. Understand? 

[Fiercely. 
I want that list now. 

TANEY 

[Coolly. 

Hell may grow buttercups, Harradan. But 
you don't get any names out o' me. 

[Quickly. 

Besides, I ain't got any to give. And I'll 
have you up for defamation of character for 
saying that there's anybody can buy me! 

HARRADAN 

[After a pause, quietly. 

Taney, you've always been a business-man. 
You look at things just one way. You aren't 
bothered much by imagination. Perhaps you 
don't know what you're doing. War, man! 
Dead men by thousands, wounded men shriek- 

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ing for some one to put them out of their misery, 
fire, ruin, starvation ! For what good, for what 
good, ever? 

POLLEN 

I raise my offer. Senator. Make it two thou- 
sand. 

TANEY 

You ought to go into vaudeville. Senator. 
Subject, "The Horrors of War." 

[The others laugh, 

HARRADAN 

God, the country stands on the verge of 
the greatest calamity in its history and you 
can't do anything but laugh! 

MAYNARD 

You're an inspiration. Senator. Just like 
that dago or Dutchman or whoever he was who 
tried to smash up the windmills. But you 
haven't a sense of humor. 

HARRADAN 

[With quiet dignity. 

No. My sense of humor died during our 

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last war. Will you give me those names that 
are going to help me kill this satanic craving 
for war? Are you? 

MAYNARD 

You're talking through your hat. Senator. 
I don't know anything about any names. 

HARRADAN 

Very well. 

[Turning to go, 

I have five names. They'll do until to- 
morrow. God willing, they'll bring Congress 
back to its senses. I thank my God that I 
found you buzzards out in time. I'll fling your 
names across the Senate tonight — yours, Con- 
roy, and yours, Grosvenor, and yours, Taney, 
and yours. Pollen, and yours, Maynard! By 
Heaven, the country shall hear them from end 
to end. And there'll be less talk of war then! 
You and your kind are stirring up the millions 
to dream of war, to shout about defending our 
national honor — What honor is there in mur- 
der.^ — stirring their blood with the fifes and 
drums of your rhetoric! Through your news- 
papers, you are turning the thoughts of our 
children to war, our children who should be to 

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us the symbol of a nobler, purer future rising 
out of the sordid wreckage of the present — you 
make them drunk with your cant about na- 
tional glory — glory! — until their innocent faces 
glow feverishly up to you, hungry for battle. 
You will not rest until you hear the terrible 
savage cry from their lips — War, war! You 
shall not hear it if I can prevent it! I am going 
to the Senate now. In fifteen minutes your 
names shall be a byword and a hissing among 
the nations. The best you can do is to take 
your vile guns and turn them on yourselves ! 

[A great shout is heard outside. Then 
the fifes and drums again. The page 
enters excitedly. 

PAGE 

Message for Senator Taney. 

TANEY 

Here, quick. 

[He takes the paper. 

Gentlemen, listen to this from the Iberian 
Foreign OflSce to the Associated Press: "The 
King sent for the Ambassador of the Republic 
this afternoon and outlined a plan that would 

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satisfy the royal government. The Ambassador 
regretted that he was unable to consider any 
compromise. The King replied that he could 
have nothing further to say in the matter." 

[grosvenor and the others jump to 
their feet with excited exclamations. 

HARRADAN 

[Quickly. 
The thing's not true. There's a mistake 
somewhere. It doesn't fit in with what went 
before. 

MAYNARD 

Fit in? Who cares? It's a challenge! 
They've insulted us! 

GROSVENOR 

They've challenged our national honor! 

CONROY 

Now, by God, they can pay! 

HARRADAN 

[Rushing to the telephone. 
Give me the Department of State. 

[There are more shouts outside and more 
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hands. Suddenly the door, left, is hurst 
open hy a crowd of men, some in dress 
clothes, some in uniform, shouting 
''Warr 

TANEY 

For God's sake, what's up? 

AN OFFICER 

[Delightedly, 
We're off! 

GROSVENOR 

What d'ye mean? 

A CIVILIAN 

They've declared war! 

HARRADAN 

[Turning^ 
Who has? 

OFFICER 

Congress! 

TANEY 

Senator, you're left. 

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HARRADAN 

[With a sob, 
God! You buzzard! You buzzard! 

[A band in the distance strikes up the 
national anthem, grosvenor, conroy, 

POLLEN, TANEY and MAYNARD Stand. 

HARRADAN sinks into a chair, 

MAYNARD 

Senator, it's the national anthem. Haven't 
you got any patriotism? 

[grosvenor opens the windows. The 
notes of the anthem are drowned out by 
shouts and cries and the calls of news- 
boys, 

VOICES OF the crowd 

War! War! 

[The anthem sounds loud and clear, 
but HARRADAN burics his face in his 
hands. The stage is gradually dark- 
ened. The music grows fainter as if 
the band were marching away; and 
now and then the shouts of the crowd 
make themselves heard above it. These 
subside, too, into a low, muffled roar, 
sullen and ominous. 
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SCENE III 

[The stage grows light again. In the foreground, 
a black group of trees may be dimly discerned; 
beyond are indistinct hills and the last glow of 
a bloody sunset. Smoke and dust blacken the 
scene. Even before the cloud breaks to reveal 
the valley for a moment, the low roar is sud- 
denly broken by the rattle of musketry, followed 
by the booming of artillery and the drumming 
sound of the machine guns. A trumpet sounds 
the charge. The dust cloud breaks. A thickly 
crowded mass of men is vaguely seen through 
the twilight charging with cries and curses. The 
rear ranks press over the fallen, waver, shout and 
fall back. The rattle of musketry continues. The 
men return to the charge, are repulsed once more 
with awful slaughter and again return. The 
dust cloud passes over the scene. It is night now. 
The wounded are tossing on the field, shrieking. 
Ghouls prowl about. A flock of buzzards flies 
across the moon. In the distance is heard a shout 
of victory, then the national anthem once more, 
played by a trumpeter. A thousand voices seem 

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to rise out of the ground, moaning, drowning out 
the music. Then a woman's voice, clear and dis- 
tinct. 

VOICE 

How long, O Lord? How long? 

[Cries and waitings answer the cry. 
Silence. Again the bugle, drowned out 
by cries, cries, cries. 

CURTAIN 



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